When she asked about the breed, I just said Heinz 57. She grinned.Lyn told me that she still lived with her mother, her father having passed away a fe... years earlier. She was obviously close to her mother, but it was when she spoke about her daughter, Sarah, that her eyes lit up and she really came to life.We discussed music, discovering that our tastes just barely overlapped. My main love was rock, having grown up with bands like Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, Deep Purple and of course, our local. She’ll miss it if I don’t sing our song to her tonight. Excuse me.” He got up and headed toward the door. I stared after him and then decided to go get another glass of wine. One of my two best friends as a freshman and he didn’t remember me at all. It was too bad about his wife. I didn’t get a chance to ask him what the problem was. This getting older sucks.I did meet some other people I vaguely remembered. I even danced with a couple girls I remembered. Not enough to have made it into a story. Instead, Debbie turned red and shifted in her chair silently. It was Robby who spoke.“I thought that was your job,” he said, his fork suspended halfway to his mouth. “Why didn’t you take them to him today?” He, too, looked uncomfortable, but not angry.Ramona hadn’t thought she’d be questioned like that, and her mind scrabbled for a believable answer.“Well ... um ... they weren’t ready in time,” she said.Robby, of course, knew exactly why his mother wanted to go see Smith. And, while the sight. "Hey, Rob. I didn't mean anything. But you've always been quite open with your 'gayness' and I can only imagine how things have gone for you since you moved in here." I saw a grin appear on his face and he had to laugh a bit. "Yes, I suppose that things have been rather nice since I got here. I've had several relationships with a couple of the men I've met and one of them has even decided to ask another friend to join us some time." I decided to change the subject. "Do you remember that time.